Huma Words Red
Spring Flower Rainy Night A Few Thoughts of Snow
Autumn Water Falling Curtains Swirls of Tears
A Few Threads of Affection
Where Will I Return To
Lonesome and Alone, I'm Looking at the Moon
Don't Ask Me Where I Come From
I Wish to Pluck Huma Words Red
To Return to Them With You
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Wen / Xiao Yao's attachment to the dream
It is the ring of smoke that is drifting away from me
Kuhu thick, Kuhu faint, and Kuhu dispersed
Thoughts of the past are spreading in the twilight
Cannot be captured
A reddish color in the sky is the most important thing in the world, but it is the most important thing for the people of Hong Kong.
A red haze fluttering in the sky
A downcast mountain stream
Remembering the rainbow yesterday's gorgeous red dust if it's only like the first time I saw it
Why do you need to be worried
Watching Manjushri's poisonous colors
With the last taste of the day
Turned into a smiling face in the teardrops
Greyed-out lethargy
Mourning for the Prodigal Son of a sunny day
In the sunny days of the prodigal son.
2. Modern Poetry about LoveAt first sight with you is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
A promise with you is the most eternal scenery in my prime years. I've always wanted to say, no matter where I go, I want to go to your side the most.
May we love each other until the end of time. I believe we can be together, and wait for the green silk to become white hair.
You are in, I am in, is the sea withered stone rotten. There is no excessive splendor, only a sentence I like you, but can let each other hold on to the heart.
My dear, you know, even if all the scars, I still have the residual power to love you. Some people you only look at a glance, but affects its life.
Life is like wrapping dumplings, no matter what you are filling, I will tightly wrap you in my heart, how to cook the boiling water of life, can not wear off my love for you! Love is hurt, how many people suffer, how many memories brake, love is sad, how many cold clear, how many thoughts fall, even if the moth to the flame but still righteous, only view love, hurt people hurt themselves, but a lifetime can not be cut off, fall a long time lovesickness, how many tears of infatuation, drink a cup of cloudy wine, how much taste of the world's love! If you are my lotus, then let me keep a long love for you in this life! "The eyes are raining for her, but the heart is holding an umbrella for her, this is love. "At least once in a lifetime, forget yourself for the sake of whom.
I love you with all my heart. Please believe me.
Let the tide of love little by little phase us close to each other, no matter the wind and waves, I will be at your side to protect you from the wind and rain. I want to love a person, is to abandon everything, only wish to stay with her determination.
Love, there is no reason, due to the heart throbbing, love, no excuse, due to a thousand times look back. Even if the world disappears, my love for you is still there.
Put that oath gently wear in your finger, from now on the two individuals live forever. The only thing that will bring us happiness is the old days.
Love is very simple: one you, one heart. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you.
Kiss and open your hand, let love stay at this moment. There are waves of love, I accompany you to see the scenery of the current year.
Although you are not the best, but is my unique, the only deep love. I would like to use ten thousand times reincarnation, in exchange for you and I a long time.
You are forever, no matter how long, no matter how far, life and death love you unchanged. The vow of mutual love will always be with you and me.
Just because in the crowd looked at you one more time, never forget your face.
Put you in the heart, closed the palm of the hand, silently praying to God to guide me in the direction, do not ask for a long time, but only at your side. I don't want to think of you as something I don't have to think about every day, let time wash away, you have stayed in my heart.
Although there are many flowers, but there is no duplication of one, but I hope you are my life has long been destined. Like you a lot of people, no lack of me a, but I love very few people, only you one! No matter how the years change, my love for you had never changed! Only for one person, the whole life, the end of the world, only wish you peace! As long as you are with you, there is what is not willing to let me a lifetime forever to guard you! We are all unique, any one of the fate of the word let us know each other, with love let us keep each other for a lifetime! On that day, you are the end of the world, I am the corner of the sea, two look at each other. In that life, you are the bright moon, I am the spring, three lifetimes of Chinese hair, a lifetime of attachment. Love you every day, love you every moment, think of you every moment, think of you every minute, may God fulfill us in this life! Your past is too late for me to participate in, your future I will accompany you to the end! I'm waiting for you in the spring, the mountains and rivers years of agreement, if you look up and see the clouds floating on that day, that is the most beautiful encounter in our lives Three worlds, for whom to fight for the throne, and now I have the sword to the end of the world, but I just want to play the zither for you, and from now on there is no attachment! In that life, on the shore of the Xizi Lake, Jun played for Iren on the string, Iren danced for Jun, played not all the love affair in the past life, dance not finished a life of blue butterflies drunken flowers, hand in hand at the end of the world.
Waiting for the blossoming of flowers and the changing of the years, my love for you had never changed! A lifetime of love, only for Iren and pining! Do you know that you are my favorite person, for you to go through fire is not impossible, never loved so deep, met you I feel I am the most fortunate person! In millions of people, in that a brocade year that season of flowers, you and I first met; in that sunny, small bridges and water day, you and I know each other; in that the summer wind is gentle, side by side to enjoy the stars, you and I love each other. I'd rather spend my life waiting for you to realize that I've always been by your side and never gone far.
Love, there is no such thing as profound, to be able to rely on each other is the greatest happiness Because you, I believe in true love, because you, I believe in forever.
I want to tell you loudly, you have been in my world. We have said that no matter how to be good in the future, do not forget that some naive promises made at the beginning! When I think of you, you are in the sky, when I think of you, you are in front of me, when I think of you, you are in my mind, when I think of you, you are in my heart.
Once in a lifetime, to talk about a marriage for the purpose of love, and then just like that to keep each other, in the flow of the years, the years are good. The first thing you need to do is to get married and have a good time! I believe that if you keep walking, you will be able to reach your white head. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of you, and I'm sure you'll be able to do it.
Love is the first encounter of the heart thumping, a hundred turns a thousand times still miss. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I will use my heart, a lifetime of time to accompany you, to protect you. The first time I saw you, it was the most beautiful encounter in my life.
A promise with you is the most eternal scenery in my colorful years. The only miserliness in this life is that you are mine.
Thinking about my future with you, everything else is not afraid of. 2016 with you, I believe we will certainly not fear the wind and rain.
3. Modern poems about loveWhen you are young, if you fall in love with someone,
please, please, please be gentle with him.
It doesn't matter how long or how short you love each other,
If you can always be gentle with each other,
All the moments will be a flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye properly,
and also store gratitude in your heart for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will realize that in the moment of looking back,
Youth without resentment will have no regrets,
such as the full moon on the hill.
------ Youth Without Resentment
How to make you meet me
In my most beautiful moment, for this
I have been begging in front of the Buddha for five hundred years
I begged him to let us have a relationship
The Buddha then turned me into a tree
Growing by the side of the road where you have to pass by
The sunshine is cautious and full of flowers
The sunshine is very bright, and the sunlight is very bright.
Each one is the hope of my past life
When you approach, please listen carefully
The trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting
And when you finally pass by unnoticed
Behind you, there are a lot of
My friend, that's not the petals of a flower
It's my withered heart
------ A Blossoming Tree
If I came to this world
just to be with you once
just for one moment in a billion light-years
all the sweetness and sadness of that one moment
then let everything that should happen
happen in one moment
and let me bow down and thank all the planets for helping me
and let me be with you. >
Let me meet you and part with you
And finish a poem that God has written
And then grow old
------ The Choice
You paint sadness in the corners of your eyes
And I smear wanderlust on my forehead
You add a few strands of gray hair to your thoughts
I'll let the years carve my gauntleted hands
And then on the street, I'll be a little more than a man. p>
Then we passed each other on the street corner
Indifferently, we no longer know each other
Ah
Dear friend
Please don't make the mistake of blaming that Shaoguang for changing people's faces
We ourselves are the masqueraders
------ Encounters
4. beautiful modern love poemsLu Qian "Functionality" remember the year I love to talk and I love to laugh.
There was a time when I sat side by side under a peach tree, and the wind was at the top of the tree and the birds were chirping. I don't know how I fell asleep, but in my dreams, I knew how much I knew.
林徽因《你是人间的四月天》 我说你是人间的四月天 笑响 点亮了四面风 轻灵 在春的光艳中交舞着变 You are the clouds and smoke in the early days of April Dusk blowing with the softness of the wind Stars flashing unintentionally Fine rain sprinkled on the front of the flowers The light The gracefulness You are the freshness and elegance You are the innocence and solemnity You are the nightly full moon After the snow melts, the piece of goose-yellow You are the greenness like the freshly blossomed buds You are the tenderness and joy The water floating in the light of the sea. You're the soft and joyful white lotus floating in the water of your dreams You're the blossoming trees, the swallows murmuring between the beams You're love, warmth, and hope You're the April day on earth How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this-- I've prayed to the Buddha for 500 years, asking him to let us have a relationship, and the Buddha turned me into a tree that will grow in your path. A tree that grows beside the road you must pass, discreetly blossoming in the sun, each flower is the hope of my past life, when you come near, please listen carefully, the trembling leaves are my waiting passion, and when you finally walk by unnoticed, the petals fall behind you, my friend, they are not flower petals, they are my fading heart, Xu Zimo's "By Chance", I'm a piece of cloud in the sky, occasionally projected onto your heart, you don't have to be surprised, nor do you need to rejoice, I will be wiped out in a flash. I am a cloud in the sky that occasionally projects onto the center of your waves. You and I meet on the sea of night, you have your own, I have mine, direction; you remember or you forget, it is better for you to forget, the light that is released from each other at the time of this meeting! Xu Zimo "I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing" I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing-- I am in a dream, in the light waves of the dream Yi migrate.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her warmth, my intoxication.
I do not know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory of the dream.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her negative heart, my sadness. I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing-- I am in a dream, in the sadness of my dream heartbreak! I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing-- I am in a dream, dull is the light in the dream.
Gu Cheng, "I am a capricious child" Perhaps I am a spoiled child of my mother, I am capricious, I want every moment to be as beautiful as a colored crayon, I want to be able to draw on my beloved white paper, to draw clumsy freedom, to draw an eye that will never cry, a piece of the sky, a piece of the feathers and leaves belonging to the sky, a pale green night, and an apple, I want to draw the morning, I want to draw the dew, I want to draw the smiles I see, I want to draw all the youngest, pain-free smiles, I want to draw all the youngest, painless smiles, and all the youngest, painless smiles. I want to paint the morning, the dew, all the smiles that can be seen, all the youngest, painless love, the imaginary love of my life, who has never seen a cloud, whose eyes are the color of the clear sky, who always looks at me, always, looking, and never suddenly looks away. I want to paint distant landscapes, with their clear horizons and their watery waves, with their many happy rivulets, and with their hills, with their light fur, and I want them close together, so that they can meet each other, and I want to paint a sky, with feathers and leaves that belong to the sky, a pale green night, and apples. I've made them close together, made them love each other, made every silent promise, every quiet thrill of spring, the birthday of a little flower, and I want to paint the future, I've never seen her and I can't, but I know she's beautiful, and I've painted her trenchcoat in autumn, and I've painted the burning candles and the maple leaves, and I've painted the hearts of so many people that have been extinguished by love, and I've painted the weddings, and I've painted the festivals that have been waking up so early, with their cellophane and their northern lights, and they've painted the mountains, and the hills. - I was a capricious child, I wanted to paint away all misery, I wanted to fill the earth with windows, to make all eyes accustomed to darkness accustomed to light, I wanted to paint the wind, to paint the mountains higher and higher, to paint the longings of the Oriental peoples, to paint the sea-- And finally, on the corner of the paper, I wanted to draw myself, a tree bear, sitting in the dark Victorian jungle, sitting on a quiet branch, staring, without a home, without a heart that stays far away, without a heart that stays far away, with only many, many, many, many berry dreams and very, very big eyes, and I hoped and I thought, but for some reason, I didn't get a crayon, I didn't get a colorful moment, and I only had me, my fingers, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain, and the pain and the pain. I had only my fingers and my pains, only to tear up the pieces of white paper that I loved, to let them go in search of butterflies, to let them disappear from this day, I was a child, a child spoiled by my fantasy mother, I was capricious, I had no choice, I was alone with my oil-paper umbrella, wandering in the long, long, long, lonely rainy alley, I hoped that I would come across a lilac-colored, sorrowful girl. She has the color, fragrance, and sadness of a lilac, and she wanders in the rain, sorrowful and wandering; she wanders in the lonesome rainy alleys, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, silently walking with a cold, bleak, and despondent step, just like me.
She approached in silence, approached, and cast a breathless gaze, and she drifted by like a dream, like a dream, poignant and confused.
In the dirge of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dispersed, dissipated, and even her breathless gaze, lilac melancholy.
Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" If I love you, I will never be like the climbing camelia, I will never borrow your high branches to show off myself; if I love you, I will never learn the monotonous song that the infatuated bird repeats for the shade of the green; and I will never be like the spring that sends me cool comfort all the year round; Nor more than the peaks that add to your height, and set off your majesty. Even the daylight.
Even the spring rains. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clasped in the ground Leaves, touching in the clouds. With every wind we greet each other, but no one understands our words.
You have your iron branches, like swords, like knives, like halberds; I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, like valiant torches. We share the cold, the thunder, the wind, and the thunderbolt; we *** enjoy the mist, the mist, the mist, the rainbow, and the rainbow.
As if separated forever, yet for life. This is the great love, steadfastness is here: love - not only love your great body, but also love you to adhere to the position, the land under the feet.
Xu Zimo "Farewell Kangqiao" gently I left, just as I gently come; I gently waved goodbye to the clouds of the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; the colorful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
5. Seek modern poems about loveForever, I wait ------- Yu Guangzhong
If in the morning I hear you pouring out, the most beautiful
That verb, if it dies that night
What fear do I have? When I love
I must love poignantly, if not magnificently
Your beauty has split me for no reason, this summer
Just stretch out your arm and a miracle will land
In the palm of your outstretched hand, you will land
In the palm of my hand, in the palm of a lotus lotus
For example, in the twilight of the end of the summer, in the face of the pool of fragrance
In the face of the soul of a silent spontaneous combustion
In the face of the soul of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world.
Which one, which one will say yes to me
if I call you by your nickname?
As long as there is still a pool, as long as there is still a summer day
A petal of red color, why should I meet you?
The lotus is Zhen Zhen's nickname, and the lotus is Zhen Zhen
When I think of Zhen Zhen, I see the lotus as a person
As long as there is still in my heart, and as long as there is still in my dream
There is still a petal of freshness and warmth, which means that the summer has already passed
That is, the remnants of the stumps are full of stems on the ground, and that is, the remnants of the stars in the sky are not dead
Still, it's the soul of the lotus
For eternity, I will be waiting for you to split your lips, to open your teeth, and to spit out the verb. That verb
All who have loved, far from forgetting. Anti-wounded
Forever traumatized. My wounds
Red to the heart, branded lotus flower shape
6. modern verse, about feelingsModern verse about love 1, you are I can not guess overwhelmed, I am you can not think of irrelevant.
2. Spring breeze first-class teenage heart, idle love hate can not help. 3, love is attached, love is dedication, is the pain of longing, is the sweetness of memories, is difficult to part with, is the morning and evening heart trembling with anticipation, lover, how are you?
5, love you soon, only a lifetime; love you not long, only wish a life. Commitment to too much, whether the future will be a blank! 7, in fact, love is an onion head, you a piece of peel down there will always be a piece of let you shed tears.
In this process you need to pay is perseverance, tolerance, patience and passion. 8, a sea of people, tenderness is the love of your navigation; miserable cold night, warm only want to embrace for you; long life, hand in hand with you *** enjoy the beautiful; heaven and earth, love you until the end of time; the world is only you are my mind to rely on! 9, no your days, I will cherish myself more; no my years, you have to take care of yourself? 10, regardless of whether it is your original shares, would like to do your potential shares, after marriage into the performance, performance will be dividends every year.
11, I give all the world's true love to the moon, want her to illuminate every shadow in your life! 12, not accompanied by a bright window sitting alone, not left with a human heart, the world how to be alone? There is no loneliness in the world! 13, I do not know the soul has been broken, empty dreams follow. In addition to the moon in the sky, no one knows.
14, love is a plate of sand, gentle to a home; love is a cup of wine, sweet long time to keep. 15, love is fate, love is moving, love is habit, love is tolerance, love is sacrifice, love is understanding, love is a lifetime commitment.
16, feel right on the love! But don't say that the sky is the limit, every day feels different, not to mention the future. 17, from the goodbye, remember to meet, a few times the soul dream with you.
18, love, need time; love, also need honesty; love, also need language to express. 19, love a person does not need to be too long, love a person to a lifetime, and then the good past let it become memories, to stay in the past is to give up the future.
20, asked I love you how long, only one day more than forever! Romantic and beautiful love sentences 1, you, destined to be my heart in this life stationed in the scenery, a world of unrequited love. In order to you, I would like to cut my fingers, drip blood into a circle, circle your deep love, even if the roses fall into the mud into dust, I am also willing to wait for the heartache of this life.
2, love a song, sing all the tears of the heart, blood write love sorrow hate, the other side of the flower blossom no return date, read their own story, a love, a section of the love of death, so that this life is touched by, so that this moment for the tears, so how many remorseless ink pen for the lyrics of the ageless grudge song. Nirvana Que words, allow me to freeze under three feet of ice, let the Acacia static water flow deep, the night is deeper, and deeper, ask the wind outside the curtain, who is silhouetted, comfort me cool? 3, you have you in this life, so my love is so strong, in fact, I have long read the last look back when you left, that is the world's most helpless determination, your reluctance is silent.
4, if, love a person, keep a love, can be in the early spring together to go trekking, can be in the summer together to enjoy the lotus, can be in the light of the fall together to see the moon, can be in the deep winter together to find plum, not tired, but joy, not ordinary, but plain. Then, this life will have no regrets.
5, has always thought that in terms of feelings is a very sensible person, can grasp the size, know how to measure the distance, but in front of you, messed up the square, lost the soul, is this the so-called love? I don't know, I really don't know, I only know, this feeling is very beautiful, very sweet, so I am not willing to part with, hard to forget.
A blurred vision of starlight, in the light of the clouds in the vague flash. The air is filled with your breath.
You are the dream I can't forget in this life, the love affair I can't explain. 7, a smoke and rain, an acacia, memory of you, just soul, your body is still in the ancient southern town, if you cut a story in the rain can meet with you, then she would rather cut this bitter acacia rain flowers.
8, think of you is a passion, think of you is also a kind of happiness, think of you, is the source of my happiness, let me go back to the age of love, the kind of thoughts in the bottom of the heart to spread, spread ...... 9, the heart is on the road, the idea of the far away. July's branches have gradually hung full of green fruit flesh.
Behind my bright smile, only you can understand that strand of sorrow that can not be melted. Who is in the persistent loneliness for whom, who will be located in the nothingness? The ruler of the broken heart can not measure the distance of the love of each other, the slightest movement of the corners of the mouth, embellished in the night sky of my thoughts of your heart ...... 11, you are a song of a hundred turns of love, is a chapter of the heart, rowing on one side of the oar, swinging an ark, with a sail, chasing after your vague back, from a distance, you are my life can not be in full bloom as expected flowers, so that I can not bear to put down the pen of love poetry. I can't bear to put down the pen of love poetry, alone in love with the red dust, life and death, hard to describe the heart of the words, only the body of the gentleman outside the clouds of the sky.
12, perhaps, this life, you are destined to be my destiny can not overcome the love riparian. I know, in the future, you will always be entrenched in the depths of my heart, even though love you will be lonely all my time, I will still guard the memories, in the season of green fat and red thin, in the days of happiness and sadness, pouring my world of infatuation.
13, love, should be willing to plain, but not plain; should be willing to ordinary, but not ordinary. No longer think about the past, no longer obsessed with once.
14, cooking smoke, I wait for you at the door. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
The leaves are yellow, I'm waiting for you under the tree.
The moon is bending, I'm waiting for you on the fifteenth.
When the rain comes, I wait for you under the umbrella.
The water is freezing, I'm waiting for you on the riverbank.
Life is tired, I'll wait for you in heaven. When we are old, I will wait for you in the next life.
15, was stained by Acacia shallow time, in you and I look at each other across the bank in a leisurely flow. The footsteps of the current year have trampled the speechless vicissitudes of life.
The heart of those vivid past, is my eyes can never erase the melancholy. 16, if the meeting is the edge, this edge and always come and go in a hurry, edge to edge to go like the sea of duckweed, a brief meeting on the face of things, emotions may be the most fragile, can not withstand the assault of the storm, touching the pain, the path of the red dust how many bone-deep love drifted in the wind, and how many acacia scattered in the rain, the lonesome of the midnight, a cavity thought.
7. the masters of the literary world, seeking beautiful modern poetry about loveYou said these sentences can only be regarded as Juan language and can not be regarded as a modern poem, because of the lack of imagery management: I'll be for some of the modern poems that I have read to help you find out some of them: ......... .............................. .............................. .............................. ........................... Zhai Yongming's "Monologue" is called a female A model of poetry I, a rhapsody, full of abyssal charms Chanced to be born by you.
Clay and sky both in one, you called me woman and fortified my body I am a white feathery body soft as water You hold me in your hands and I contain the world In mortal flesh, in sunlight I am so dazzling that I make you believe I am the gentlest and most understanding of women Seeing everything but willing to share it all Longing for a winter, a great dark night With the heart as a boundary, I want to hold your But in your presence my gesture is a fiasco, and when you go, my agony is to vomit my heart out of my mouth, to kill you with love, whose taboo is that? The sun rises for the whole world! For thee alone, with hateful tenderness all over thee, from foot to foot, I have my way, a cry for help, and a soul that can reach out its hand? The sea as my blood can lift me to the foot of the setting sun, who remembers me? But I'll remember more than a lifetime ........................ .............................. .............................. .............................. ............ Speaking of Zhai Yongming, when it comes to women's poetry and sense of independence, we have to mention Shu Ting. For example: "To the Oak Tree" and "Goddess Peak", these two you can have to search the Internet to see.
Zhai Yongming's is a group of poems, then Linzi's group of poems also need to be read, in the name of women, in the name of love. --As long as you want and I love, I'll give it all, to you - my soul, my body.
Arms as soft as ivy, lips as pure as lilies, are waiting for you. Love swells the heart of its owner; and tender longings, like the tide seeking the sand, will drown thee.
What is the use of the brightest eye, if it does not reflect thee in it; as a starless night, so is a dark pond. Late in the night, I can only send a winged messenger with precious promises and bitter thoughts, and it comes back sadly - your window is asleep.
........................... .............................. .............................. .............................. ......... Kichin's "Your Name" is a love poem of a different kind. Not a single word of love appears in the poem, but the name of the other party, which one neglects, is ghostly chosen as the object of chanting, and an extraordinary artistic wine is brewed in the ordinary.
With the lightest and lightest voice in the world, I softly call your name every night. I write your name, I draw your name, and I dream of your luminous name.
Like a sun, like a star, your name. Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.
As the flying sparks, as the lightning, thy name. As the burning of the primeval forest, you name it.
Carve your name, carve your name on the tree, carve your name on the unfading tree of life. And when this plant grows into the ancient wood of the sky, ah ah, how good, how good, your name grows big.
Bigger, your name. And brighten up, your name.
So, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, gently, call your name. .............................. .............................. .............................. .............................. ...... Speaking of names recalls the lines from Silmurong's "Prayer Words": "Give me another beautiful name / so that he can call me low in the night / so that those ......" Silmurong's poetry The majority of love poems can be read, if you do not really understand like reading such a sentence will think that she lost love it: "When you leave in silence , said, or did not say the words, have forgotten", of course, I will not go into detail here.
The following look at Lov's song "Echo" how can not remember how you are thin thin as a piper voice tried to hold you with both hands, but you are hiding in the seven holes in the river, I suddenly saw their own grass-colored face, and then noisy also want to turn into a narcissus, regardless of the top of the head across a line of wild geese say something You repeatedly asked: "a thousand years later, I am thin as a mournful call when you will be in where?" I am still in the mountains, still standing like a thousand-foot cliff, making a desolate echo just for you (This poem is not found on the Internet, typed from memory, and there may be individual errors in the subparagraphs.) .................. .............................. .............................. .............................. .................. Mr. Love's love poems are still great. For example, "beyond the smoke", "because of the wind", if you like, you can directly search for Luo Fu's poems to read, he was called the poetry of the devil can be a lot of waste of time.
The following is Love's "One Question, Two Forms: The Dialectic of Love," which is a poem about a woman and her period under a beam, and the woman does not come, and the water does not go, so she holds the beam and dies. --Chuang Tzu. I'm waiting for you in the water, knee-deep, drowning my belly, inch by inch, down my throat, floating on the surface of the river, my eyes still gleaming, looking down a stone path, my ears listening to the rustling of my skirts over the thistles, day by day, month by month, a thousand times lifting and lowering my distended body, the stonehenge with its moss, the arms full of oysters, the hair, entangled as a nest of water-snakes in the rapids, clinging to the abutment, I'm waiting for you a thousand fathoms away, the water is coming, I'm waiting in the water, the fire is coming, I'm dying in ashes, and I'm waiting for you a thousand fathoms away, I'm waiting in the water. I'll wait for you under the bridge. The wind is fierce, the rain is like the sound of shoes crossing the bridge. Is it your footsteps in your hurry to get to your appointment? Holding the little umbrella under which you and I *** through the drizzling twilight, filled with a pocketful of clouds and the tinkling of vows like little copper coins, I waited for you under the bridge, waiting for you to come out of the rain, for the river to rise, to swell, to reach the feet, to reach the waist, to dip into the mouths of those who shouted, and the whirlpools to widen into the faces of the dead, and I began to feel a timidity to be on the river, so cold, so lonely, so empty, as the spawning fish, so certain that you were not going to come, that the so-called "birds of a feather," I pulled a white feather out and landed. I plucked a white feather and went ashore, not because I was heartless, but because the water came faster than you, and a bouquet of roses was swept away by the waves, and one day it will float into your hands. .................. .............................. .............................. .............................. .................. Just mentioned Ximurong have to talk about Wang Guozhen, such as "silent feelings" and so on can still be read.
There are always some of these times when it is for the sake of love to quietly avoid avoiding.